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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.