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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.