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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Can,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
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.