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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.