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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.