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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.