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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.