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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.