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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
ABBA,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.