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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
X-101,
Scion,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
The Move,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.