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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.