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 Syria 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Gong,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.