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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.