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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.