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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.