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 Angola 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
UT,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.