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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Index,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.