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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Outsiders 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.