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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.