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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.