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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.