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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.