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 Somalia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.