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 Libya 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.