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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.