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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Monks,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.