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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.