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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.