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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.