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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.