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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Moebius,
AZ,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.