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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.