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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.