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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.