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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.