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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.