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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.