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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.