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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.