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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.