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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.