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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.