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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.