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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.