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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Zapp,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.