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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.