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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.