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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The Names,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.