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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.