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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
cv313,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.