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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.