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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.