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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.