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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.