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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.