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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
cv313,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
X-101,
June Days,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.