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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.