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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Visage,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
New Order,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.