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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
EPMD,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Names,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.