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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
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.