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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.