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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.