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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.