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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.