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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
June Days,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.