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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.