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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Mars,
10cc,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.