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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.