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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.