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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.