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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
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.