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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.