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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.