Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Mars,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.