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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sixth Finger 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.