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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Skriet,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.