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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.