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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.