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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
New Order,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.