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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.