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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.