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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.