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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Can,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.