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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.