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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 PIL to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.