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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.