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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.