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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.