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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Visage,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.