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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Technova,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.