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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.