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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Organ,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.