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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.