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 Iceland and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.