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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.