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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.