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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.