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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.