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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.