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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.