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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Scientists,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.