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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.