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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.