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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.