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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wally Richardson 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.