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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Television 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.