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 France and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Magma,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Cameo,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.