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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Cymande,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.