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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.