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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Moebius,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.