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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Crime,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.