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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Monks,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Brick,
Organ,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.