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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.