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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
X-101,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.