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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.