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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.