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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.