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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.