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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.