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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.