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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.