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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.