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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.