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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.