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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.