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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.