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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.