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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.