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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.