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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Monks,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.