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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.