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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
ABBA,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.