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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Audionom,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.