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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.