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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.