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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
the Association,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.