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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.