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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.