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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.