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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Magma to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.