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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wasted Youth 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.