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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.