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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Remains,
MC5,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.