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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.