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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.