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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Nas,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.