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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Cure,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.