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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.