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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.