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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Can,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.