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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.