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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.