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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.