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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.