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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.