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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.