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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.