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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
the Association,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.