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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.