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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.