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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Index,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.