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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.