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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.