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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.