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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.