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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.