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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.