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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Skarface to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.