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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.