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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.