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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.