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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.