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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.