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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.