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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.