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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
UT,
Brick,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.