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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.