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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.