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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.