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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.