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 United States and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Moebius,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.