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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.