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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Faust,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.