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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.