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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.