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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.