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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.