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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.