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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.