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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.