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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Can,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.