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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.