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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.