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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.