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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.