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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.