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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.