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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
MC5,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.