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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Mars,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.