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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.