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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.