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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.