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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.