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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.