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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.