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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.