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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.