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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
June Days,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.