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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.