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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.