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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Slits,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.