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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.