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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.