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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.