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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.