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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.