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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.