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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.