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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.