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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.