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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
DNA,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.