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 Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.