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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.