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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
X-102,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.