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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.