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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.