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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.