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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.