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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.