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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.