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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.