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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Nico,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.