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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Magma,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.