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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.