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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.