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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.