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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Pole,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.