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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.