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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.