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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.