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 Haiti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Faust,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.