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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.