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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.