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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.