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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.