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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.