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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.