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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.