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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.