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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.