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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.