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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.