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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.