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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.