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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.