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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.