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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.