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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.