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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.