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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Smog,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.