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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.