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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.