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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Index,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.