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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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 Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.