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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.