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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.