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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.