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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.