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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Magma,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.