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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.