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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.