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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.