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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Cluster,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.