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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Crime,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.