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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.