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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.