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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.