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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.