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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.