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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.