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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.