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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Ronan,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
New Order,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.