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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.