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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.