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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 American Breed to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.