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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.