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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.