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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
UT,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.