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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Can,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.