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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.