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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.