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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.