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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.