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 Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erasure to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.