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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
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.