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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.