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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.