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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.