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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.