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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.