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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.