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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.