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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.