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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.