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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Franke,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.