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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.