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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.