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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.