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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.