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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Scientists,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.