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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Index to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.