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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Index,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Josef K,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.