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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.