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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.