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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Television,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.