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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.