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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.