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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.