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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.