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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.