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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Pole,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.