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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Y Pants,
UT,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.