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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Mars,
Japan,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.