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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.