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 France and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.