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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.