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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.