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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Sparks,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.