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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.