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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Can,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.