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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
UT,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.