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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.