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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.