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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.