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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.