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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Procol Harum 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.