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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.