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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.