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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Slave,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.