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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.