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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.