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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Smog,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.