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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.