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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.