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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Japan,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.