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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Brick,
CMW,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.