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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.