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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.