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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
ABC,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.