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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gories to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.