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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.