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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.