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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Television,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.