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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.