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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.