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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.