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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.