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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.