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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.