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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Buckinghams 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.