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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.