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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.