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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 AZ to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.