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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.