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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.