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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.