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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.