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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.