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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
JFA,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Rekid,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.