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 Japan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Visage,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.