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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Marvin Gaye 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.