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 Peru 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Move to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.