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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.