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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 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 Fela Kuti 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.