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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.