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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.