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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.