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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.