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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Fear,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.