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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.