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 Zambia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.