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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.