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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.