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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.