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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.