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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.