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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.