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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.