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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.