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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.