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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Monks,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.