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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.