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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.