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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.