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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.