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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.