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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Scion,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.