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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.