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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.