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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.