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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.