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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.