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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.