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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.