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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.