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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.