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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.