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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.