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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.