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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.