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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.