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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.