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 the UAE and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.