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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.