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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.