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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.