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 Antigua and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.