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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.