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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.