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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Wings,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.