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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.