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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.