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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.