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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.