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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.