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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.