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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.