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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.