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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.