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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.