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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
AZ,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.