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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans 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?
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.