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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.