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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.