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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.