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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.