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 Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.