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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.