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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.