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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.