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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
AZ,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.