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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.