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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.