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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.