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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.