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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.