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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.