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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.