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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.