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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Deepchord 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.