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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.