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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Aswad,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Technova,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.