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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.