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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.