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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Archie Shepp 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.