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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.