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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.