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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.