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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.