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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.