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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.