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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.