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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.