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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.