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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.