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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.