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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.