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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.