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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.