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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.