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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.