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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
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.