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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.