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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.