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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.