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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.