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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
UT,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.