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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.