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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.