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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.