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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.