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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.