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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.