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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.