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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.