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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.