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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.