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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.