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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.