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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.