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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Chrome,
Organ,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.