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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.