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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.