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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.