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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Can 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.