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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Monks,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.