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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.