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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.