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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.