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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.