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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.