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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.