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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.