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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
DNA,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.