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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.