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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.