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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.