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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.