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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.