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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.