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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.