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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.